There are crickets. The crickets are chirping. There's water. The water is high. There's a dress. The dress is made out of cotton. It is soft. It's on a clothesline. It's dry. There's a window. It's open. Wide. There are trees. They are Africa. They are bent over as a result of strong winds from a hurricane. There's was a woman there, but she left. She didn't say goodbye to anybody, or leave behind a note regarding her destination or when she could be expected to return. She left there with a man. The man was wearing a coat. The coat is long and black.
Here's my interpretation:
There are crickets. The crickets are chirping. There's water. The water is high. There's a dress. The dress is made out of cotton. It is soft. It's on a clothesline. It's dry. There's a window. It's open. Wide. There are trees. They are Africa. They are bent over as a result of strong winds from a hurricane. There's was a woman there, but she left. She didn't say goodbye to anybody, or leave behind a note regarding her destination or when she could be expected to return. She left there with a man. The man was wearing a coat. The coat is long and black.
It's a bit of a stretch, but it works for me.